Looking into the eyes of cruelty,
them, like a cute honey nut that kills,
icy and sordid, horrendous futile knife
slowly poisoning the still warm blood
in my heart,
How ephemeral is the touch of death
how tentative his polluted snaky breath
subtle and contradictory is his obscure verb
that tended to incubate the scarce air
in my heart,
Hands tried to scape the corrupted soil
six feet under this disgrace of love
all the infernal fire is bellow my dress
and the eternal flood of acid water: relief
of my broken heart.
Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright
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